Finding the Path Back Unto... (FT Open)

[Gaian Ascendancy]

Belldandy then responds openly... "I suggest we reconvene with all assets and locale coordinates coordinated, at the time of six Cyclon hours prior to commencement of the Trial."

Peorth then informs, holding a hand to her ear in communication reflex... "Lord Azusa and the Juraians have left with their ships, presumably to Jurai Core galactic space. Good riddance for the moment too." ...which Tenchi hears enough, and coughs, Peorth just jittering a smile back to him, before Tenchi then informs. "I think I'll partake in some regular Gaian olde scenery, for our time in waiting here." ...which begets some smiles, and then some leery versions, when Ryoko 'leans' in, and quips... or is that coos... "Some private sights come to mind." ...which makes Ayeka nearby grumble. "Even in front of guests, for our hosts." ...which ryoko raspberries back in kind.

Tenchi is left to it, as Keiichi then offers to the Dornalians... "You're welcome to see the sights as well, if you wish, since we have a couple of days." ...which Washu then injects for the Dornies... "If there
s anything you need, don't hesitate to abuse us for all we're worth!" ...which nets a lot of eyes rolled around. "Great, this from the expert." Urd just jabs in, and... EEP!! "N... not here you two!!" ...Mokoto yelps, as the sight of Washu and Urd about to get er on! It's all for comical worth, as much as Ifurita holding at her head. "Did we ever evolve?"

It's Belldandy that makes the 'Phht..' sound, and then cheerfully offers, back to her casual self... "Perhaps to finish the tour, my friend?" ...she offers to Cecilia, and the rest of the Dornies inclusive. The attitude shift, seems to infer against all right to worry, of what is looming.

Not that the wicked THUNK sound, outside, seems to aid that worry. Ifurita is already at the same window that... er... a relationship got thrown out the window. Literally, as she then woots out, to teardrops all around... "Ohh! Nice suplex Apprentice!" ...as she sees the Spar, from Kilometers away. (And telling of HOW HARD the sparring was, from this far away.)

"~ Ahh... such formats of being, we all are. ~" ...Ackronus just infers, and gts ready nods, from all around the chamber.

[New Dornalia]

The situation had seemingly entered into a sort of static waiting game for the moment, and not much could be done on the Dornie end of things but take up Belldandy's offer. That, and act ever amused at the endless stores of zaniness the Gaians seemed to possess. Cecilia smiled as charmed as ever, muttering to herself, "Ah yes. Youthfulness at work," while Father Flanagan looked decidedly unsurprised, if a faint smile went across his face in recognition of the hilarity of it all.

The SupCom nudged the old immortal, and went back to fiddling with her gear, and Cecilia replied with a simple, "Why, yes. I would appreciate a continuation of the tour, as would the rest of my friends here. I'm sure the others would appreciate a brief recess from the events of the day. Yes?"

The others merely nodded, and the SupCom said, "No argument here" briefly before returning to work, examining her PDA.

Cecilia continued.

"At the very least, it would be a waste to have us all come here and then not see all of it." LOoking around at the magnificence of it all, she muttered, "Such a lovely place indeed. All from a single seed, into a palace. I remember the times when kings needed armies to make palaces, and then they required merely bulldozers and platoons of men. Truly, a wonder to behold."

Then, just as Cecilia finished her reply, the sparring and suchlike attracted people's attention, and Father Flanagan being the Sane Man of the group could only comment with a simple, "That's got a bit more punch than the sparring matches I'm used to. Then again, all I had back at Loyola was headgear, Everlast gloves and Marquis of Queensbury Rules. Didn't get to use pro wrestling moves."

[Gaian Ascendancy]

((OC- going to get this one going too, to tie into the Plan Alpha thread.))

Time after the pronouncement of what was coming, was a sense of dreadful await. The remainder of the initial day, was sudden preparations, as Gaian MWCG Command, tried to keep pace of Expansion Alpha events, trying to prod them on. It was quickly apparent, going into the intermediate day following, the thought were turning inexorably towards what the Trial day following, would cometh incumbent.

What the Dornalian gathered, witnessed, were Gaians verily not used to preparing for another internal strife, that came down to two vectors. 'Could 'their' Excellency triumph, over another' and.. 'What is wrong with Lord Azusa?' ...the latter causing a few heated exchanges between Gaians, of no discernible 'allegiance', rather some defending the 'old' ways, verses the living 'here and now', of such terse moments about the Palace Tree alone, that was in great part why Operations were allowed to ground to a halt. Focus was too much on that which hath not occurred, as much as worry for a Excellency that pretty much every one else agreed, was seeing ALOT of resistance to his position, at nearly every turn it felt.

That initial evening upon Gaia-Ceii, as the night of deep blue, and somehow still as all sharp stars above, past the celestial akin ring amongst, at some random dining hall, at a seeming mundane function, that was a plain olde feast, A nice and welted Imladris just entertained with a simple notion. "Folks, just keep in mind what I inferred earlier. After all, we went through too much, you all here even more than I, to attain the name 'Gaian', for all the gifts that pertain attached. Don't let written history to come, undo all of that, regardless of result." ...this as Lind and Eihwa nearest, as they all sat at a table and setting, of an akin Indian feasting arrangement, large sitting pillows and all such, all meant to allude to a more lain back affair, as his core Council 'parents', and other various attendees, all listened on, all looking for a good 'emotional hook' to gain their focus from.

Yurika just bantered back, in turn, using a wine filled glass, to 'finger' back at Imladris in turn, as she leaned at that point, already semi-inebriated (more on that later,) and quipped... "You better win. I'd hate all that training to be wasted, after all these Ages."

Imladris blinks, and starts... "Well..." ..which a 'subtle' grunt from Lind just shuts Imlade back up quickly. Eihwa just answers back instead. "Si. We'd engineer such, all we can allow here."

"Within the proper rules." Tenchi states, though in turn, Akito just 'measures' back... too close to yells back, to ignore of such... "Who would you rather win the Trial then!?"

"The deserving party." Belldandy calmly responds back, which quickly defuses further words between present Juraian and MWCG parties, of apparent. Such that Keiichi just banters his in turn, with a leaned upon, lazy eye at... "I have a flag to plant, on that one." ...Imladris, whom shrugs. "Thanks Dad." ...which nets him a bread roll, bonked off of Immy's head, as Keiichi just blares back comically... "Watch the title bit! Now I see what my own... er... Keima, thought of all that." ...which nets a Belldandy-esc giggle, and eyes rolled about, from about everyone else.

Meanwhile, the Dornalians were waited on, with their own team of Gaian servants, led by a black and white feathered, Avian Lord. (Burly avain dude, at that.) This all as a play of passing the time, was of conduct here. Pointless, but with a point, in an uncertain moment of time.

[Gaian Ascendancy]

Elsewhere...

*Planet Jurai Prime - Ascended*

"All appropriate assets are prepared. Only time is of barring to us now, My Lord."

Only a barely tolerable sounding grunt, was all that Lady Minaho begot, as the Fleet Intelligence Officer under Lady Funaho herself, reported on the status of the Jurai Imperial Fleet, the Facet slated to 'oppose' Diamond Fleet, at the Trial. Minaho, standing on the lower dais 'step' of the literal Throne of Jurai, only could look up past the thirty seven rather elongated and 'enormous' steps, up towards where Lord Azusa sat, all brooding and less than amused looking. To each side, Ladies Jurai Excellencies Funaho and Misaki held station, as if this was all some manicured scene. Of a 'choking' royal vein, in a central throne chamber that could easily eclipse the Washington D.C. reflecting pool area, including the Washington Monument as well, given the size of the chamber. All sheen of gold and earthy colors of marbles and metallics, meshed with the Jurai Royal Palace Tree, as in fact, a part of the interior sculpture, that was the liveable interior of the Palace Tree, was also a 'sculpted' part, of the very Throne, Azusa brooded in. Gargantuan pieces of technology, such as immense air filtration systems, comptroller units of vast size, holo-infused projections, that of other displays, included a detailed real time cartography map, of Jurai Ascended Galaxy itself, along with other galactic holo images, of other intergalactic holdings, of the Jurai Realm. Various artworks and tapestries, among other royal doodads, littered 'and' glorified unto the vast chamber. A pair of flowing waterfalls, added to what it poured of their contents, into a equally massive reflecting pool, that never seemed to overfill, a series of gilded, and Tree sculpted catwalks and glory-ways, led up for a good six kilometers, from afar of afar back, to the Throne Dais fore. Above, a gilded equal to the MWCG Palace Tree, a transparasteel over view, of a glowing, starry night sky, one of the planets defensive 'rings', arcing overhead. Some local traffic zipped by, of their own heed. More standard traffic-ring effects, above this. It all seemed as of a Realm that was quite well alive, to be sure.

Minaho didn't get that inference, of a wholly empty Royal chamber. Minaho certainly wasn't used to it. And before she could even try to utter a voice to comment by, Funaho just responded back with... "Your report... is... s... satisfactory. Y-you may go." ...such that made Minaho gulp some in response. She then made the reflexive motion of her eyes, to look at Azusa's own.

The scowl in them, just made Minaho suddenly double bow, almost comedic of it's own, as she finishes... "I-I-I-I-I'll inform of coordinates..." ...as Azusa notched up a growl, mashing teeth along with, that made Minaho triple bow, beside herself, and just teleport out of immediate sight, as Azusa a split moment later, SLAMS his fist again, on the royal plush dark gold arm rest, nearly breaking it into shards and scrum, as he spats again... "Teach that boy, a lesson I will! A lesson I tell you!!!" ...leading to a huffing state again, a rage that seems unending now.

Such may have been the scary part, if not for something else more frightening...

...his two wives of endless ages.

...neither of 'any' hint of emotion to add.

Any...